I have gotten my act back together so to speak. Yesterday was a good food day and today is going well also. The scale still isn't being kind, but that's ok. I deserve it.
I worked 5 hrs this a.m. and now am going to mop the kitchen/bathroom and will do my 2 mile walk. As you see, by my exercise log, I haven't done it in 5 days.
I'm STILL spotting which sucks, b/c it's almost time for my cycle to start again and it really never has ended completely. Blah. One more month of this and things should level out. I hope.
I'm making Chicken Cordon Bleu for dinner tonight. (Thanks Baratric Eating...) I made Zucchini Boats last night and they were fantastic. So fantastic, in fact, that when I went to grab one for lunch today I discovered DJ had eaten the last 3 (THREE!!!). I settled for deli turkey, cheese, tomato, lt. miracle whip and a squirt of mustard on 1/2 a Flat Out wrap. Totally not the same, but food is food, right?
If you can't tell I'm avoiding. Avoiding talking about REAL issues. I am not even sure I have words to describe how I'm feeling right now. I wish I could write. I mean really write. You know, like the professional bloggers I read. The ones who can articulate exactly what is going on and how they feel about it. They paint such a clear picture with their words. I, on the other hand, am lucky if I can express my frustration with DJ's eating the last of the zucchini boats without sounding like a 2nd grader.
Ugh. So many thoughts, but how do I get them out of this head of mine??
Perhaps, I should just start writing. one. word. after. another. until. it's. all. out. there.
I'll work it.
For now I'll just say that I can't believe how many haters there are in my life and how dissappointed I am to hear them accuse me of "changing" as a person already, when I know for a fact, I'm not doing anything or acting any different.
Can't anyone just be happy for me??